I pull open the fridge and see that it’s stocked with a variety of foods, some human and some I’ve never seen before. I lean closer and make out a few piles of something that looks a lot like moss and mushrooms.
I’m pretty sure they don’t eat meat, but they can’t survive on this and cum alone…can they?
There’s no telling, really. I still don’t understand their biology, and the only thing I know for sure is that my cum tastes amazing to him. Which…I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.
I pull out a Greek yogurt and a box of strawberries and sit down at the island, peeling the lid back and dipping some of the fruit for added protein. The only thing I’ve had today was that pastry, and that was hours ago. Hell, it feels like a lifetime ago.
Rathyn has to be starving, too.
“You want something to eat?” I ask and see Rathyn turn his gaze toward me. The tips of his ears perk up, and he moves over to me.
“I do not need to eat as often as humans,” he says, peering over my shoulder. He looks curious, so I offer him a bite, but he shakes his head, though he doesn’t move back.
“How often do you eat?” I ask as I take a bite of a strawberry, then clarify, “Food, not cum.”
His lips twitch into something like a smile. “Once a day. Mornings are preferable.”
“And that’s what the moss stuff was in the fridge?”
He turns his gaze toward it and then nods. “Yes, it’s grown in our world. It’s like…” He pauses as he searches for a word. “Salad?”
“Ah, so kind of bland.”
“Not bland when you mix it with the leybulbs. They’re like…those red vegetables. I cannot remember the name.”
I cock my head. “Tomato? Bell pepper? Radish?”
He nods. “That one. Radish.”
“How cool. Think I could try some?”
He hesitates. “I will have to ask. Humans have never been interested in eating our food.”
“Yeah, well,” I say as I pop another strawberry into my mouth, “I’m not most humans, am I?”
His gaze softens slightly. “You are not.”
I finish my yogurt and drink some water, and then lean back in my chair, and Rathyn follows my movements, wetting his lips. I can tell he’s hungry for something. Just not strawberries and yogurt.
“Alright,” I concede. “But justone. You were being an overbearing butthead and not listening to me.”
“I do not have a butthead.”
I let out a small laugh, and he cocks his head, his ears fluttering. “No, you definitely don’t.”
Our eyes meet, and suddenly I feel nervous. This will be the first blow job with him since I became his companion, and I wonder if it’s going to feel different. There’s no chair to tie me down. No restraints at all. Just me, him, and my consent.
I swallow heavily, and my voice sounds a little hoarse when I speak. “Where do you want me?”
“Your room.”
To take the edge off my nerves, I waggle my eyebrows at him as I hop off the stool. “Myroom, hm? We aren’t gonna share.”His ears flutter, and I shove at him slightly. “I’m kidding. We can share a loft, but we don’t need to share a bedroom.”
His eyes flash, but he follows me down the short hallway to the guest room where I slept yesterday. It makes my skin heat and my dick perk up. I reach down and gently touch it and realize it’s not as sore as it was the first time he gave me the ruenox.
In fact, I feel perfectly fine.
Hm, maybe Iamgetting used to multiple blow jobs.
